"Uff--ow--" he muttered, and turned his face from the dim light
that shone through the doorway. He sighed and sought the depths
of sleep again.
"Penrod," his mother said softly, and, while he resisted feebly,
she turned him over to face her.
"Gawn lea' me 'lone," he muttered.
Then, as a little sphere touched his lips, he jerked his head
away, startled.
"Whassat?"
Mrs. Schofield replied in tones honeysweet and coaxing: "It's
just a nice little pill, Penrod."
"Doe waw 'ny!" he protested, keeping his eyes shut, clinging to
the sleep from which he was being riven.
"Be a good boy, Penrod," she whispered. "Here's a glass of nice
cool water to swallow it down with. Come, dear; it's going to do
you lots of good."
And again the little pill was placed suggestively against his
lips; but his head jerked backward, and his hand struck out in
blind, instinctive self-defense.
"I'll BUST that ole pill," he muttered, still with closed eyes.
"Lemme get my han's on it an' I will!"
"Penrod!"
"PLEASE go on away, mamma!"
"I will, just as soon as you take this little pill.
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